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And still he said nothing, and she, cowed by hisherself for her cowardice, was silent also He hoped to arrive

at Angers before nightfall What, she wondered, shivering, would happen

there? What was he planning to do to her? Hoould he punish her?

Brave as she was, she was a woot upon the worse than words!

And then on a sudden, piercing all, a new thought Was it possible that

he had other letters? If his bearing were consistent with anything, it

was consistent with that Had he other genuine letters, or had he

duplicate letters, so that he had lost nothing, but instead had gained

the right to rack and torture her, to taunt and despise her?

That thought stung her into sudden self-betrayal They were riding along

a broad dusty track which bordered a stone causey raised above the level

of winter floods Impulsively she turned to him

"You have other letters!" she cried "You have other letters!" And

freed for the moment from her terror, she fixed her eyes on his and

strove to read his face

He looked at her, his rown hard "What do you mean, Madame?" he

asked, "You have other letters?"

"For who to confess, that she was going to derange his

cherished plan; and unreasonable anger awoke in the ive a real injury

"Will you explain?" he said between his teeth And his eyes glittered

unpleasantly "What do you mean?"